While the name would suggest otherwise, the particular weapon crafting room Indigo waited atop the banisters of, was one of many, and just happened to be the one claimed by her eldest sister, Petra, for teaching her classes, none of which were happening today. Petra, like her baby sister, was waiting for someone, one of her favorite students as a matter of fact, though her bored and plain expression would betray her eagerness to get started. After all, she was trapped in a room with a bored Indigo, and the amount of times Petra had to shout at Indigo to quit messing with tools the little fool knew nothing about was innumerable. Indigo yawned, scratching her stomach with her unadorned hands. Since she lost Favonius a few days ago, Indigo had become immeasurably annoying, climbing was much more difficult without her shuko, and she had to rely on flash stepping more and more to get to high places; at least there were less holes in the woodwork now. In her head, Indigo held onto the plethora of ideas she had formed about additions to her new gloves- I think spikes on the knuckles, or a dart-gun thing... Oh! Maybe a knife on the side so I can chop when I chop! Wait, I don't chop... Indigo frowned and hung herself upside-down off the banister, hanging by her legs and crossing her arms, trying to think of a way to fit on all the additions she had come up with over the past few days.

Shem walks in the shop, torn between looking at his sketchpad of random designs for Indigo's gloves and his bangs of his hair. "Let's see...maybe a spiked knuckles?....or a dart gun...Ugh I dont know..." He mumbled to himself as he activated his semblence on and off, noticing the hair color change. "So weird..." He kept saying when his hair flashed white and black then back to his brown. Stopping a little past the doorway, Shem stopped and looked around. The smell of machinery reminded him of his shop and the heat of the furnace is a nice replacement for the snow, where he was a couple days ago. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a lollipop, he stuck it in his mouth and looked up at Petra at the head of the classroom. "Hey Ms. Evans, Where's Indy?"

Petra puts down her tools to address her visitor, only for Indigo flailing her arms at her sister to catch her eye. Petra raised an eyebrow at her little sister for a moment before deciding to completely ignore her, but not before messing with her boyfriend a little bit, after all, her first impression of him wasn't that inspiring. "Ain't here" She lied. "I've been waitin' on her an' Drake all mornin', but they're no shows. She's probably in the cafeteria gettin' breakfast again." Not a moment later, Indigo, her plans of ambush failing thanks sabotage, straitened her legs and fell, gracefully down from the ceiling, flash stepping forward once at Shem's level, crashing into him in one fluid motion. After sliding across the floor a few feet with Shem as a sled, Indigo stood up, dazed from the crash and blinking stars out of her eyes. "I lied."

Shem had no idea what was coming to him. In a few seconds he was standing there, eating a lollipop having a conversation with his girlfriend's sister, and all of the sudden, was on his back with Indigo on top of him. His glasses were crooked on his face due to the collision and only can see his beautiful girlfriend standing up with one eye. "Good morning Indigo...." Shem said, cracking his voice. Sitting up to see how far he slid, he noticed his lollipop was gone as well as his notebook. Gazing at where he once stood before the tackle, he spotted his notebook on the ground and his lollipop sitting on top of it. He quietly stood up, shaking his head with the help of his hand and leans in and kisses Indigo on the cheek. "A warning next time, dear?" he joked.

Drake however had his own ideas. Though his arms and hands had been shattered his mind had not. During the entire period of recuperation the thoughts ran through his mind, the weaknesses of the original Talons exposed and painfully obvious with each recollection of memories from the events that had unfolded.

The first thing he did when he was allowed to use his hands so was to sketch the initial designs for the revised Talons out. A mechanical structure similar to the human hand...or not so. A structure to allow more flexibility, to compensate for some of the weaknesses the original straight blades had. Furthermore a structure that made them less likely to shatter as they had...

His own movements were careful, quiet, walking through the hallways and carrying the armoured case where he was currently storing the remnants of the Talons, including their shattered blades, as well as his own personal equipment. The bladed cloak was pulled around him, iron scales clinking with each step as he paused, simply listening. For one, he silently noted he was glad not to be the first in that room. Victoria's sisters were not people to be around when they were bored. And Indigo had been very, very bored.

A silent knock on the door before he himself opens it, his own mood keep very suppressed following recent events, his anger kept contained for fear he would lose control following his...defeat. That was the only way he could remember that. The black eyes look about silently, assessing the situation and with a shrug he continues on in. He would not comment on what he saw.

________________________________Drake Ferrox - Leader of Team DISC - "Even Monsters can be made to know fear!"

Indigo shook her head, shaking off dust and dizziness, whipping her ponytail around dangerously. A tune in her voice, she chimed "You like it better that way and you know it.~" A few stretches later and Indigo intentionally flash stepped across the room to the workbench she had claimed, covered in whatever tools looked cool to her. The crack of her step echoed loudly around the stone room, causing Petra a fair amount of irritation. "Oi! Calm yerself ya maniac!" Indigo shrunk down and meekly beckoned Shem to her table. Petra, having not noticed Drake thanks to the commotion, went back to polishing her tools.

Shem stood up and smiled. "You know it, Indy." He said with a wink as he walked over to Indigo, not before turning around and waving to Drake as he walked in. Walking up to the table, Shem slaps down his notebook full of designs for Indigo's new gloves. "So, any ideas?" He said to her as she looked at the cool looking tools.

A delighted spark emerged in Indigo's eyes as she pondered all the additions and features her hand-me-down, but well loved, gloves could not do. Shem perhaps, would be unprepared for her impending rant. Indigo took a deep breath. "Well, I've been having idea since I lost my old ones! No shit, I've got ideas!" Indigo snatched Shem's notebook and a pencil and began drawing up her own crude blueprints. "So, I always had a problem with gripping roundish and small surfaces, so I want the new ones to be like, spiky on the fingers too, that way I can grab small branches easier. BUT, I want to be able to hold things normally too, without stabbing stuff, which was kinda a problem with Favonius with the metal plate on the palm, it always got in the way. Same goes for the knuckles, even when I wasn't using them, I still had them making my hands bigger and... Uh, metallier? So, I was thinking you should make the glove itself hard! But, not so I can't move it, y'know?" Indigo seemed entirely unfazed by her rant, barely even pausing to breath after the assault on Shem's attention.

Shem just smiled as Indigo explained her dream weapon to him, leaning against his arm on the table. "I think I have a few ideas. Do you have your old gloves...or whats left of them...with you? I wanna see if I can salvage any parts from it." Shem leans in and kisses Indigo's forehead as he stood up and grabbed a pencil from a drawer and came back and began drawing ideas.

Indigo blushed a little as she was kissed like a little kid. She scratched the back of her head, looking off to the side. "Well... She, they're kinda sentimental. They were my gramma's y'know. I have them in a nice box, but I don't want them destroyed any more than they are now..." Crumpling up her crude drawing and throwing it to one end of the table, Indigo leaned atop the table, staring intently at Shem's drawing. "Maybe make them bigger? Like so they cover my forearms?"

Shem nods and smiles at Indigo. "I understand, best make it from scratch then!" He said as he began to draw. "bigger? sure." He nodded again as he continued his rough sketch. "How about....slingshots?" He said drawing a concept design of the slingshot device on the gloves. Stopping for a second, Shem sneezed. As he sneezed, his hair changed to the color it was when he finished Dameon for a split second and went back to normal.

In silence he sat, placing the armoured case down, opening it with a dull click. Battered metal, beaten to the drake-skull and the earlier bull's head of his father's own legacy glimmered for a moment as he carefully brought out his own tools, his own sketches...and after a momentary pause, the shattered remains of the Talons.

In the time of recovery his mind had been busy. His thoughts had drifted toward the flaws of the Talons, the weaknesses of the straight blades. The strengths of his opponent. Carefully he lay the broken blades before him, then took out what normally would have been their replacements. No. The straight blade was flawed. It hampered him. Denied him the dexterity the human hand offered. It was this that Dameon had used against him before finally bringing him down. His fighting style...was designed about speed. Agility. Swift, successive attacks, something that heavy, straight blades were hampering since the Talons had first been built.

No more. He took out a sketch pad, opening it up and glancing to the concepts that his hands had set out. The blades would become the fingers...his motions would become smooth. Organic. No point in distancing them...he would use claws like a beast, rather than the blades of a man pretending to be such a beast. Blue eyes dim to jet black for a moment as he takes the new blades, starting to mark them out, placing them alongside the Talons.

He knew what his new plan was. The blades would become the fingers...retracting during times of piece. The gauntlets would have to be refined, made more functional...and the flames. The flames would have to go for this new design. He pauses and brings up another case with a thunk, opening it calmly before taking out what is clearly a grenade cartridge, holding it up before looking to the broken remnants of the back of the Talons. With a swift motion he would start to pull the cabling free, disconnecting the fuel pumps and storage systems.

He needed to be effective at range as well as in melee...

________________________________Drake Ferrox - Leader of Team DISC - "Even Monsters can be made to know fear!"

"Slingshots... Eeeeehh I dunno. Don't they seem kinda... Weak? Like, I'm not gonna take down any grimm with a few pebbles. Besides, I don't really want to have to carry that sort of- Oh! Wait... I like that design..." Indigo said, admiring the small slingshots that would be mounted on her forearms. "Still, what use would they be?"

Meanwhile, Petra still sat, buffing out some stubborn scratches and flaws in her tools, still ignorant of Drake's presence and growing more impatient by the minute, though all she had to do was look up, she kept her attention on her practically sparkling tools.

"Hmm..." Shem sighed as he continued to draw. "How about.....I make some pepper bombs and the good ole fashion smoke bombs... I mean youre already fast as it is, but imagine if they cant even see you 'cuz they are blinded!" Shem looked up and over to Indigo with a glint in his eyes like a kid in a candy store. He looks back and vigorously finish his sketch, titling it "Eurus Mark I". "Well? Hows that?" He asks Indigo.

He was being led by his own thoughts. After marking out the blades and the cuts for their new articulation he quietly takes out another tool from the armoured case. Checking that it is secure and glancing about once he switches the machine on...to the hearty whirr of the blade as he starts to lower it to equipment. Of course, the noise it makes for but the briefest of moments is a high pitched screech which quickly ceases as he pauses, pulling it back and deactivating it a moment.

Thankfully it had not yet cut, not to an extent that the alterations in his mind could not be applied. He grunts, putting it down and lifting part of the battered frame of the Talons up, eyeing the structure of the fingers of the gauntlets. Perhaps a direct 'cover' of the blade was a bit too much. Perhaps he could salvage something from the former shell prior to designing a new frame, one that could cope with the introduction of the grenade launchers as well as the retractable claws...

________________________________Drake Ferrox - Leader of Team DISC - "Even Monsters can be made to know fear!"

Indigo slapped her forehead, groaning a little. "Gah! Bombs! Of course! Why didn't- Wait... How... Do you know how to make bombs? When do you ever use bombs?" Suddenly, Indigo snapped her hands over her ears and clenched her face tightly together. She had managed to catch a glimpse of Drake about to operate a loud looking saw, and prepared accordingly to keep herself grounded. A moment later, Petra lazily looked up, used to the sounds of machinery going off without warning. She smiled slightly and addressed Drake. "Y'know, folks usually start with a 'Hello'""Drake! Don't do that! I almost jumped out of reality!"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I read a few books on the design of them, making bombs should be ea-HOLY!" Shem said as the sound of the saw shrieks into his ears sending him toppling over in his seat onto the ground. Standing up and adjusting his seat, Shem looked over at Drake. "And a good morning to you too, Drake..."

Drake would pause a moment, looking up and glancing around at the others present within the workshop, eyes almost impassionate as he notes their responses. Of course, none of them had acknowledged his arrival and none of them seemed to be all too aware of their surroundings...a lesson which was all more important considering the events that had led to them all being here in the first place.

He tilted his head and shrugged, going back to his focus, removing panels from the broken talons, comparing them to the supplies he had brought as his mind started to assemble a new design, rather than a straight repair...

________________________________Drake Ferrox - Leader of Team DISC - "Even Monsters can be made to know fear!"

Indigo shook off her surprise, surprisingly better than expected. After all, the past week had been nothing but surprises and near-heart attacks for the poor girl. However used to the chaos Indigo had become, she was still far from fond of it. After a moment, Indigo turned her attention back to Shem, more ideas quickly floating to the surface of the raging and stormy sea Indigo called her conscious mind. "Okay... Bombs are cool. I still have the problem of lacking decent offense though. Really, the knuckles on Favonius were the only things making my punches actually hurt. BUT I son't want all sorts of metal junk getting in my way, I've gotta be light, y'know? So I don't want big-ass gauntlets, but just regular sized gloves that... Y'know... Are metal? Or hard or something, I guess..?" Indigo trailed off after that thought, still contemplating how she would fit every detail she wanted onto her new weapons without becoming a walking armory. She pondered the shuko aspect of Favonius for a while, while she waited for Shem to speak up and explain how weapons worked at all to her clueless self.

"Hmm.." Shem said sitting back down, scratching his head with a pencil. Thinking for a moment, his eyebrows lifted. "Maybe if I took shards of Sodom and Gomorrah..." He mumbled to himself. "...and implanted them into the knuckles of the gloves..." He continued, and began drawing and making numerical calculations. "...that might work...." He swivels in his chair facing Indigo. "Ok, so, If I implant small parts of strong metal into the knuckle of the gloves, they will be light enough and they can pack one hell of a punch. Trust me, we both know that the metal from my dad's gloves could take a hit. The metal interfacing with a poly threaded material that gives the glove its structure can enforce the kinetic force of the punch reverberating and intensifying the impact of the collison...." He continued spilling out long technical words to himself as he continued to draw and eyeing pieces of his dad's gloves as well as the remains of Indigo's. "This material (Sodom's metal) can conduct electricity without harming the user..." he mumbled to himself.